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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

The Protector by Helenkay Dimon ~ Excerpt & Giveaway

Today we have the release day blitz for The Protector by HelenKay Dimon! Check it out and get your copy today!

Title: The Protector:

Author: HelenKay Dimon

Genre Romantic Suspense

About The Protector:

Salvation, Pennsylvania. The commune located in the small town was advertised as a modern Utopia: a place to live, share, and learn with other like-minded young people. Cate Pendleton’s sister was one of them. Now she’s dead—and Cate won’t rest until she finds out who killed her. Stonewalled at every turn, she approaches a DC Fixer for help and ends up with Damon Knox, a mysterious man with a secretive past. But Cate soon discovers that she not only needs Damon, she wants him, which isn’t good—for the attraction brewing between them will only lead to complications that can turn into danger . . .
Damon has tried to erase the hellish memories and the evil that happened in Salvation ever since he left a long time ago. Still, he can’t turn his back on Cate. As Damon works with Cate to uncover her sister’s killer, he finds himself drawn to her more and more. But how will she feel about him when she learns about his connection to the place?
Joining forces to uncover the truth, they must stay one step ahead of a cunning killer who’s bent on not being exposed.

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The Protector:

Exclusive Excerpt:

Cate Pendleton dumped her grocery
bags on the kitchen counter and glanced around the living room area of her
small one-bedroom condo. Flattened pillows. Magazines spread across the coffee
table. A blanket in a ball on the floor from where it slipped off her last
night while she watched television. The remote stuffed between cushions.

Everything was exactly where she
left it when she took off on her store run an hour ago. But something struck
her as off. She felt it rather than saw it. A violation of her scared space. A
lingering menace. The sensation of unknown hands skimming over her things. A
shiver skated through her at the thought.

With her keys sticking between her
fingers like a weapon, she walked around the condo, peeking in the closet and
looking inside the bedroom. The journey ended back here she started. She
approached the couch nice and slow. She listened for footsteps, but the only
sound came from the hiss of her clunky, usually-malfunctioning icemaker.

She leaned toward the cushions, just
a bit, and sniffed. There it was. Aftershave. Faint, but present. Since a man
hadn’t been in the condo for weeks the smell was out of place. And this was not
the first time this had happened. She came home two days ago to the same scent.
A mix of musk and orange. The last time it happened in the evening. This time
in the morning.

On that first day, she found her
patio door unlocked. Living in a city, she didn’t take her personal safety for
granted. Being two floors up, tucked behind rows of government buildings and a
few blocks back from the National Air and Space Museum in downtown Washington,
D.C., she kept her guard up. The neighborhood served as home to many
congressional staffers. Traffic, both human and the car variety, moved in a
steady beat. But she knew better than to assume everything was fine. She locked
her doors. All of them and all the time, but someone got in.

A punch of awareness moved though
her as she brushed her fingertips over the arm of the chair. The idea of
someone snooping through her stuff, standing in her space, made her gag. Last time nothing was stolen, so she skipped
calling the police with that fear. Wrote the whole thing off as faulty memory.
She knew something strange had happened, but she blocked it and pretended
otherwise. But this was different. From the first whiff of that cologne, the
trembling started deep down in her stomach, spun up to her head and would not
stop.

She forced her mind to focus.
Someone kept getting in without leave much of a trail. They didn’t stick around,
and for that she was grateful. Nothing stolen. Not obviously, anyway.

Her sister. That’s what this had to
be about. Cate thought back to the last six weeks and all the ground she’d
covered. She poked around, asked uncomfortable questions and clearly upset
someone. She got too close, which was exactly her plan. Maybe she uncovered
some piece of information she hadn’t realized yet. But she would.

If someone broke in thinking they’d
figure out her strategy or grab every lead she’d collected, they miscalculated.
No way would she make it that easy for anyone to destroy her work or derail
her.

After the first time this happened,
she called the police but that led nowhere. A second call likely would end the
same way. They would ignore her, write her off as the crazy one with the dead sister. Add to that her complaint
wouldn’t pinpoint any clear evidence. This was about a sense of a presence, of being spooked, and she would become the new
lunchtime story for the officers.

But she knew. He had been there. He
or she. The person knew how to get in and was playing with her. The next time
she might come home too soon.

Despite her worries and the
downsides, she picked up the phone and dialed the one person who might be able
to help her, the mysterious D.C. fixer. The guy no one ever saw who went by one
name – Wren.

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About HelenKay Dimon:

HelenKay Dimon spent the years before becoming a romance author as a...divorce attorney. Not the usual transition, she knows. Good news is she now writes full time and is much happier. She has sold over forty novels and novellas to numerous publishers, including HarperCollins, Kensington, Harlequin, Penguin Random House, Riptide and Carina Press. Her nationally bestselling and award-winning books have been showcased in numerous venues and her books have twice been named "Red-Hot Reads" and excerpted in Cosmopolitan magazine. She is on the Board of Directors of the Romance Writers of America and teaches fiction writing at UC San Diego and MiraCosta College. You can learn more at her website: www.HelenKaydimon.com